The horror of Mugallu's death made that of Nefertiti seem placid. He hoped a living mortal was responsible for the killings; the alternative left him helpless unless he could find someone powerful enough to banish Eater of Souls back to the netherworld. And he knew of only one powerful enough to do that-pharaoh. Unfortunately, deep in his ka, he hid the fear that even the power of pharaoh couldn't help his people if the Devouress roamed the earth.
Meren heard someone call his name and looked up to find Rahotep striding down a path toward him. His legs were short in relation to his torso, so he took many more steps than Meren would to cover the same distance. Poor Rahotep had a difficult time looking princely. Without preliminaries, Rahotep launched into an inquiry.
'What are you doing here now? You'll ruin everything.'
Immediately suspicious, Meren folded his arms over the transparent linen folds on his chest and said, 'What am I going to ruin?'
'Go away,' Rahotep said. 'Pester the living god with your intrigues and plots later. He's with the Great Royal Wife and doesn't wish to be interrupted.'
Knowing Rahotep, Meren grew alarmed. 'By the wrath of Set, what have you done? No, not here.'
He retreated from the bodyguards to the shelter of a kiosk. Rahotep had no choice but to join him. Feigning unconcern, the prince swaggered to the nearest chair and plopped himself into it. Meren suddenly swooped down at him, planted his hands on the chair arms, and gouged Rahotep with a stare.
'What have you done?' he repeated quietly.
Rahotep tried to retreat through the back of the chair, then covered up his agitation by taking the offensive.
'I've done what you should have. I've begun a reconciliation between pharaoh and the Great Royal Wife.'
Meren's brows rammed together. 'You? You have served as peacemaker? Her majesty tried to replace pharaoh with a Hittite prince, you fool.'
Rahotep shoved Meren and got to his feet.
'Ha! That was a false letter, designed to be discovered and ruin the queen. Her majesty assures me of this.' Rahotep glanced over his shoulder at the guards, then whispered, 'From her own mouth I heard these truths. She is the daughter of a living god and does not lie.'
'She's the daughter of a heretic.'
'But a living god nonetheless. And she was wise to consult me. I managed to persuade pharaoh to listen to her explanation of that letter, and now he understands that someone wishes her majesty ill and seeks to divide her from her beloved king.'
'Just who is this mysterious enemy of the queen?' Meren asked.
'She hasn't said.'
'Not even to her benefactor, the great Prince Rahotep, true of voice?'
'Don't mock me,' Rahotep said, his voice rising.
Meren couldn't help a sigh of impatience. 'I haven't time for your self-important games. Have you considered that her majesty has always condemned pharaoh for returning to the old gods? Why would she suddenly change and reconcile with the one she condemns for destroying her father's grand vision? Think upon these questions, Rahotep, and while you're doing that, you might want to ask yourself whose name the queen will whisper to pharaoh when he asks her who sent that letter to the king of the Hittites.'
Rahotep seemed to have lost the strength to shout. He swallowed, then found a water bottle hanging from one of the kiosk support poles and drank from it. He let water trickle over his face. Wiping his cheeks, he licked his lips and cleared his throat. Whatever he said was spoken so softly that Meren couldn't hear it.
'Speak up, Rahotep. No one can hear.'
'I said-that is-well, you know how good I am at charming women.'
'No, I don't.'
'No? Odd. Everyone else does.'
'What are you talking about, Rahotep?'
'I-um-I might have given pharaoh a few hints about how to manage the queen.'
Meren lost what was left of his patience. Reshep, Mugallu, Djoser, and now Rahotep.
'Rahotep, you have the wits of a maggot. Get out of my sight.'
'I did nothing wrong!'
'Your overweening pride has caused you to take liberties with pharaoh and insert yourself into the intimacies of the divine union upon which the kingdom depends. Leave, Rahotep, before my control gives way and I beat you like a grain tax cheater.'
Meren wasted no time making sure Rahotep did as he was told. He stalked down a path that took him into a grove of trees near the great lake at the center of the garden. Once beneath the branches of the grove, he turned and quickly skirted the tree line until he came to the point nearest the lake.
As he caught sight of the water, he realized that the king and queen were sitting in a gilded and painted pleasure boat floating on the water. Their heads were close together, and they were engaged in intimate conversation. Between the lake and Meren stood the Nubian Karoya, his back to the royal couple, a scowl disfiguring his features. Karoya didn't like Ankhesenamun.
The bodyguard saw Meren as soon as he leaned out from behind a tree trunk. The Nubian never smiled, but his scowl did fade until he looked almost pleased. Meren was distracted from this unusual sight by movement in the boat. Ankhesenamun had gotten on her knees beside the king. She took his hand, which elicited a started look from Tutankhamun. Then she began to lean toward him.
Pharaoh, who was still only a youth despite his air of worldly responsibility, retreated. He bent backward as the queen continued to move toward him until his shoulder pressed against the curved stern of the pleasure boat. Unable to escape, Tutankhamun thrust out a hand to stop the queen. Ankhesenamun caught his wrist, then grabbed the other and pushed herself against the king.
Eyes wide, Tutankhamun turned his head aside. The queen smiled and breathed words into his ear before drawing a wet line on the skin of his neck with her tongue. The king gasped and jumped, which caused Ankhesenamun to lose her balance. She landed on her bottom, and her weight rocked the boat. Meren expected her to shriek at the king for causing her to fall; the queen familiar to him had little tolerance for accidents, mistakes, or the uncertainty of youth. But she didn't yell; she laughed, gently, with loving humor.
Evidently his wife's drastic change of nature was too much for pharaoh. He grabbed the oars and rowed the boat to the edge of the lake, talking rapidly the whole time. In moments Tutankhamun had helped his queen out of the boat, summoned Karoya, and had Ankhesenamun escorted out of the garden. Meren faded back into the trees.
Despite his serious nature and maturity, the king would find it difficult to face anyone so soon after that incident. Ankhesenamun always made Tutankhamun feel callow and gawky. On purpose, Meren had always believed. Having to deal with the news of the Hittite emissary's death was going to be hard enough without the king realizing there had been a witness to the way the queen had routed him. Meren waited awhile in the trees and fell to wondering if any man could be responsible for what had been done to Mugallu. After a while, he thrust such naive thoughts out of his heart and walked openly out of the grove and into the king's presence.
Chapter 10
The residence of the Hittite emissary boiled with activity, like a disturbed ant mound. Servants stood in corners and argued with each other. Guards marched around the privacy walls and hustled loiterers from the vicinity. Kysen arrived with the watchman Min and a squad of charioteers, to be told by the porter at the door of the death of a female slave and the disappearance of Prince Mugallu.
The chief of the prince's military escort, General Labarnas, wasn't in the house. With his own men behind him, Kysen strode across the kitchen yard to an area beside a storage building. There the general stood over the body of the dead slave, arguing with his men.
